Broken Antler Fen A Shot Of Brandy

Brandy called to him enthusiastically as he approached the foot of her rock, his own muddy-colored tail waving playfully behind him. However, the leggy Sveijarn was certainly not a creature born for graceful climbing. He's probably look lore like a newborn moose scrabbling up the rock face... hardly an impressive beast.

"Oh, a Queen," he remarked, "my apologies, your majesty." Valtyr stood on his hind legs, placing his amber-colored front feet upon the stone. He was an exceptionally tall man, almost reaching eye-level with the perched Brandy as she invited him up. "Me? Up here? Is that a royal invitation?" he asked with a wicked smirk.